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[ofkirkwall]

Hello? Guys? This isn't funny, my birthday isn't for another two months. [ A sigh and she starts pacing, loudly. ]

Fenris? Isabela? [ Long pause. ] ...Anders?

Can someone tell me why I can't smell Lowtown burning anymore and when exactly did magic books become a thing? They would have been incredibly helpful six years ago.

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sobbing already .... also placeholder

[templarssuck]

[guess who sounds marginally less nutty and full of apostate rage!!!]

Hawke! I suppose it was only a matter of time before you showed up.

... What's this about Lowtown burning?

1/2 /SOBBING FOREVER

[ofkirkwall]

[ She isn't sure if she wants to slam the journal closed, be angry or be happy he's still alive. Maker it makes her head hurt. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ He doesn't remember? How the hell doesn't he remember what he did? She doesn't want to deal with it right now it's to much, so she slaps on a half butchered grin he can't see and thanks the Maker for the book in her hands. ]

Oh you know, the usual drama. Someone got mad at someone else for stealing their spot, so they set the other person's stand on fire and started running through the streets screaming.

[templarssuck]

[yeah, he pretty much believes that LMFAO]

Merchants. They never grow up, do they?

[but there's something about her tone that ... worries him]

Are you alright?

[ofkirkwall]

[ THANK THE MAKER!! ]

Anders... I've been kidnapped by a magic castle and effectively mugged of something, so no. I'm not alright.

[templarssuck]

I ... meant besides all that. But you're right, I'm sorry.

If it's any consolation, the magic castle isn't ... completely terrible? [a "meow" in the background. CAN YOU GUESS WHY HE SAYS THAT ...]

[ofkirkwall]

...I'm fine Anders.

[ A sigh, she wants to see him but at the same time doesn't... argh. ] It could be worse, we could be in the Deep Roads again or the nest of a High Dragon or--is that a cat?

[templarssuck]

Yes, I have yet to see a single Darkspawn, or Shade, or anything along those lines. It's all very ... fancy here, actually.

.... It ... might be, yes.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Mock gasp! ] No Darkspawn? Or Shades? Maker this might just be paradise.

Somehow I'm not surprised.

[templarssuck]

None at all! I've heard there are some ... unsavory residents here, but they don't seem to be the type to sneak up on you in an alleyway and mug you.

Well, I couldn't just let him wander about, he's so tiny ...

[ofkirkwall]

Aww, I'm going to miss those late night walks down the alleyways and getting attacked by the local group of thugs.

[ She has to bite her tongue to stop herself from making some sort of jab about him having a heart. ] Tell me you didn't name something ridiculous like you did the last one?

[templarssuck]

Yes, I'm sure you'll look back on them fondly.

Ser Pounce-a-lot was a perfectly fine name! [DON'T HATE ON THE KITTIES HAWKE] ... But I haven't named him yet. I've been trying to come up with something.

[ofkirkwall]

Clearing them out was a great way to relive stress--when other options weren't accessible.

That's the sort of name a child would give a cat. [ NOT HATING ON THEM, JUST YOUR CHOICE OF NAMES. ] Oh, oh! What about Bigglesworth?

[templarssuck]

I'm sure there will be fools here somewhere to -- you know, shoot lightning at, punch in the jaw, so on and so forth. [... his voice brightens a bit :3] But did you know there's no Circle here? And that most people other than Fenris are completely fine with the general idea of magic?

Bigglesworth? [a pitiful mewing sound] I don't think he's the type.

[ofkirkwall]

Stab in the foot, set on fire. [ The cheer in her voice drops just a tad, gee Anders way to bring back the things she's trying to IGNORE. ] Considering we're apparently in another world, yes I figured we'd be lacking the Circle.

Captain Growlith?

[templarssuck]

Dip in a pot of hot boiling oil?

[a pause .... :c] You seem less excited about that than I thought you'd be. [considering you're a mage and all]

Have you ever named a pet before?